“Stick your tongue out,” she said. He smiled and did so where he sat, and she shook her head with a smile. She moved toward him, and put her nipple near his mouth. He got the idea, and moved his face the rest of the way, his tongue lightly against her nipple. When she poured, he moved in closer, lapping it up like a dog. She knew she’d have another mess to clean up when they were done, the table and floor were getting soaked! She put the bottle back down, then pulled his head up for a kiss. He kissed at her hungrily, his fingers digging into her a little as she pushed down into him, tasting the champagne he had cleaned off of her.
She pulled away again. “Stay there,” she commanded, and she meant it. She backed up slowly, and put her thumbs under the straps of her thong. His eyes bulged as she slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her dripping mound. She had done a little landscaping today, trimming herself into a nice landing strip, which Mr. Hayes’ eyes were now fixated on. When the underwear was off, she did a little turn for him, giving him a good look at her na**d backside.
“Wow,” he whispered, finally getting a look at her ass, which had filled out nicely over the past few years. She turned back towards him, letting her hair fall down her back, and gave him the “Come hither,” finger beckon.
“Bring the champagne,” she said as she walked away. She turned around, jumping up on the bar backwards, her bare ass on the counter. Another thing I’ll have to clean, she thought, as she crossed her legs and watched as he got closer. When he got to the bar, he put the champagne bottle down and came in for another kiss.
She leaned down and kissed him for a few moments before pushing him away. She grabbed the champagne bottle, taking another drink. Her legs opened up, and his eyes again fixated on her sweet sex. She thought about what he would feel like inside her, and she wanted it so bad, but she had to stick with her plan.
“Put your hands behind your back again, and try to please me with your tongue,” she said. He smiled once more, and moved to between her legs. She put one leg on each of his shoulder’s as he began to taste her legs. He kissed his way up one foot, building the anticipation as he went. Every kiss was like a jolt of electricity down her spine. He was really good at this, she thought. When he got to her dripping snatch, he began to move down the other leg.
Oh no, she thought, and she grabbed his head, putting it right where she wanted it. He moaned, and began to lick her pu**y. Her legs clenched a little, holding his head in place. She grabbed the bottle of champagne, and poured it near her belly button, letting it flow down to her pulsating clit. He eagerly licked it up, running his tongue up and down her labia, licking it all up. Soon she leaned back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue.
Again he put his hands on her, bracing himself by wrapping his muscular arms around her legs, his hands resting on top of her legs. She felt the heat within her rising, and she began to moan herself. She let go of his head, and he continued to tease at her clit. She tensed, and relaxed, and tensed, and finally she released all her tension. When she came, she clenched his head tightly between her legs, and still he managed to soldier on. It was a short, intense orgasm, and it left her gasping for air.
When she finally relaxed her legs, he, too, was gasping for air. He pulled away a little, and grinned up at her. She smiled at him gently, then put her hands on the back of his head again. “You’re not done yet, Mr. Hayes,” she said, as she jerked him back into her muff. He eagerly went back to work, this time rougher.
She again released his head, and this time he moved his hand to her clit, flicking it back and forth. She figured he’d earned a little break, and she leaned back and enjoyed it. She began to whimper, as again she felt herself about to cum. The release this time was a slow burn, as she squeaked and tensed her legs again, feeling his fingers furiously rubbing her clit. She didn’t know how long she lay there, enjoying the feeling.
When she recovered, pushed him away and stood up next to him. “I think you deserve a little reward,” she said, feeling his huge member straining against the fabric of his dress pants. He smiled, and began to grind against her. She tasted her own sweet cum in his mouth, and it turned her on that much more. Once again, she had to calm her raging libido to keep from surrendering to his advances.
“Get up on the bar,” she demanded after breaking from a kiss. He did as he was told, hopping up in the puddle of champagne that was already there. She instantly went for his zipper, pulling it down and pulling his c**k out. Again, she was surprised at how big it was. He groaned with pleasure as she began to stroke his cock, looking up at his eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the bottle of champagne.
“You know, I’m feeling a little thirsty,” she said, as she poured a little of it on his dick. He gasped, same as she had gasped, at the sensation of the still cold liquid. She immediately took his c**k in her mouth, sucking all the champagne off, while he smiled and moaned softly. She moved up and down, savoring the feeling of this massive c**k in her mouth. He moved his hands to the back of her head, trying to push her down, and she threw his hands off. She stood up.
“Oh no, Mr. Hayes. Put your hands back behind your back,” she ordered. He did as he was told. “Hmm... Since you can’t be trusted not to f**k my face, what else can you f**k?”
“I’ve got an idea,” he said, a grin on his face.
“I’m sure you do, but I’m sure that you should not be rewarded for this,” she said. She seemed to think for a moment, then commanded, “Lean back.”
He leaned back, those muscular abs having no trouble holding himself steady as he braced himself with his elbows. She moved in, putting his rod, now wet with her saliva, between her tits. She moved her arms together again, and they made a pleasing tunnel for him. She moved them up and down, stroking his cock, making a fantastic image for him. When his c**k began to get dry, she poured the rest of the champagne in the bottle on her tits, making them slick with alcohol and sweat. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, and his face began to contort a little.
She moved faster, trying to get his release. In a few more moments, the friction from rubbing against her tits made him dry again. She moved her boobs out of the way, and gave the top of his c**k a sloppy kiss. He moaned again, saying “Don’t stop...” She did stop, but her saliva made a great lube as she began to jerk him off. He bit his lip and held on tight, and within a few moments, great ropes of cum shot out of his cock.
It turned her on so much to know that she was causing his orgasm, that the mess that was now pooling around the base of his c**k was her doing. She jerked him off until he stopped gasping, until he collapsed backward from the intensity of it all.